I've never seen a gray owl.
They are a very large bird that some call "ghost owl"
There is poem I love about the gray owl.
Poet Ted Kooser likes it too. He says,
"To touch our hearts, a poem needs to rise above mere anecdote
and reach into something beyond, something greater, or, as the Chinese poets said,
'a poem must lift its eyes.'
by Connie Wane
The gray owl had seen us and fled
but not far. We followed noiselessly,
driving him from pine to pine:
I will not let thee go except thou bless me.
He flew as though it gave him no pleasure,
forcing himself from the bough,
falling untill his wings caught him:
they had to stroke hard, like heavy oars.
He must have just eaten
something that had, itself, just eaten.
Finally he crossed the swamp and vanished
as into a new day,hours before us,
and we stood near the chest-high reeds,
our feet sinking, and felt
we'd been dropped suddenly from midair
back into our lives.
Reading this poem I became part of the "we"
part of the experience
I think I will put spotting a gray in flight
on my bucket list.